Andrew did not show even a hint of pity. He sneered. “Weren’t you the one who wanted to kill me just now? So why are you crying now? You’re supposed to be a major in the military, all high and mighty, right? Didn’t you say I humiliated you and that you wanted to put me in my place?”

As he spoke, he struck her again, his palm landing hard across her waist and backside.

The sound of the slaps echoed in the quiet night, with only the distant city lights visible.

Valerie’s skin was impossibly smooth, and though Andrew was furious, he could not help but feel how unsettlingly soft she was under his hand.

Valerie clenched her jaw and went still, her body trembling but refusing to move. Tears kept streaming down her face, yet her eyes turned icy cold, staring at him like he was her worst enemy.

She growled, “Go ahead and kill me… But if you don’t, or if I survive this, I swear, Andrew, you’ll die for sure.”

Andrew scoffed, unbothered. “You were the one who came after me first, remember? If I’d been weaker than you, you’d have tortured me to death by now. So don’t act like the victim. You brought this on yourself.”

With that, he struck her again.

Valerie’s chest rose sharply, her body instinctively curling up as her legs pressed tightly together.

“Go on then, keep hitting me,” she spat, her gaze cold.

Andrew said flatly, “Threats and tough talk don’t work on me.”

Then, he smacked her twice again.

“Fine! That’s 37 slaps. Andrew, I swear, I will make sure you pay for this!”

Andrew’s hand came down again, leaving another red mark across her pale skin.

Valerie winced, her brows furrowing from the sting. However, Andrew did not stop. The blows kept coming until suddenly, silence fell between them.

Valerie froze, confusion flickering across her tear-streaked face.

Even Andrew’s right hand paused midair, unsure whether to strike again or not.

“You… bastard… Do you even realize where you just hit me?” Valerie whispered, her voice shaking.

“Uh, my bad. Got a little carried away. Didn’t notice my hand went somewhere it shouldn’t have,” Andrew mumbled.

“Andrew, I swear to God, you’re dead! I’m going to make you pay for this!”

He sighed. “You’ve sworn that 100 times already. Doesn’t seem to make much difference.”

He finally let go of her, though he quickly sealed her meridians, just in case she tried to attack him again.

Valerie instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. The faint red marks on her breasts were unmistakable.

Just moments ago, he had accidentally smacked her breasts twice. When he realized it, he had stopped midway. Even so, the damage was done, and what should have been another strike ended up feeling more like a touch, one that made the entire situation unbearably awkward.

The night wind blew softly around them, and the silence was getting unbearable.

Andrew rubbed the back of his neck. He said awkwardly, “Alright. Let’s just call it even. Go home and get clothed before you freeze.”